In my kingdom
love is a knag
caught in the bark of a throat thrapped
to the haul of transonic barbarians
space-gladiators that move
like killer quasar, or paper-faced pirate fiends
in a boat made of miasma.
In my kingdom
back-dated boneshakers wreck their...

You bring those dark brown eyes to the scene
With slow sedation, my cinchona child,
With the healing essence of foxglove fingers
That remedy heart palpitations with the soluble touch,
With the ease of codeine.
And my soft tissue relapsed the days you were gone
So I had to hide in...